11.11.23 Sophia Markevich, Bassoon

Student Recital Series Helen M. Hosmer Concert Hall

2023 – 2024 Season Saturday, November 11th at 3:45 PM

Sophia Markevich, Bassoon Risa Okina, Piano Douglas Rubio, Guitar Un Soir A Saint-Émilion Romance for Bassoon and Piano (1973)

Henri Sauguet (1901-1989)

5 Songs, Op. 37 (1900) IV: Var de ten dröm?

Jean Sibelius (1865-1957) Arr. S. Markevich

Romance for Cello and Piano (1896)

Frederick Delius (1862-1934) Arr. S. Markevich

Trois Mélodies, Op. 7 (1870-77) I: Aprés un Rêve

Gabriel Fauré (1845-1924) Arr. S. Markevich

Ave Maria (1852-52, rev. 1859)

Charles Gounod (1818-1893) Arr. S. Markevich

Bachianas Brasilieras No. 5 (1938) I. Ária

Heitor Villa-Lobos (1887-1959) Arr. S. Markevich

Douglas Rubio, Guitar

Poem of Love for Bassoon and Piano (2010)

H. Leslie Adams (b. 1932)

Pequena Suíte (1913) V. Melodia

Heitor Villa-Lobos (1887-1959) Arr. S. Markevich

Bassoon Sonata Op. 168 (1921)

Camille Saint-Saëns (1890-1962)

Sophia Markevich is in the studio of Dr. Maxwell Grube

Var det en dröm?

Var det en dröm, att ljuvt en gång jag var ditt hjärtas vän?

Jag minns det som en tystnad sång, då strängen darrar än.

Jag minns en törnros av dig skänkt, en blick så blyg och öm; jag minns en avskedstår, som blänkt.

Var allt, var allt en dröm?

En dröm lik sippans liv så kort uti en vårgrön ängd, vars fägring hastigt vissnar bort för nya blommors mängd.

Men mången natt jag hör en röst vid bittra tårars ström: göm djupt dess minne i ditt bröst, det var din bästa dröm!

Was it a dream?

Après un rêve

After a Dream

Dans un sommeil que charmait ton image Je rêvais le bonheur, ardent mirage; Tes yeux étaient plus doux, ta voix pure et sonore, Tu rayonnais comme un ciel éclairé par l'aurore.

Tu m'appelais et je quittais la terre Pour m'enfuir avec toi vers la lumière; Les cieux pour nous, entr'ouvraient leurs nues, Splendeurs inconnues, lueurs divines entrevues...

Hélas! Hélas, triste réveil des songes!

Je t'appelle, ô nuit, rends-moi tes mensonges; Reviens, reviens radieuse, Reviens, ô nuit mystérieuse!

In a sleep which enchanted your image, I dreamed of happiness, a glowing mirage, Your eyes were softer, your voice pure and resonant, You shone like a sky lit by the dawn.

You called me and I left the earth, To fly away with you towards the light; The skies parted their clouds for us, To glimpse unexplored splendour, divine glimmers...

Alas! Alas, the sad awakening from dreams!

I call upon you, oh night, give me back your lies, Come back, come back, in your radiance, Come back, oh mysterious night!

Was it a dream, that once sweetly I was your hearts friend?

I remember it like a song of silence, the string still trembling.

I remember a thorn rose you gave, a gaze so shy and affectionate; I remember a good bye-tear, that glistened.

What was everything, was everything a dream?

A dream like the wind flowers' life so short on a spring green meadow, which beauty quickly fades away for new flowers to grow.

But many nights I have heard a voice as bitter tears flow; hide its' memory deep in your chest it was your best dream!

Aria Bachianas Brasileiras No. 5 "Aria (Cantilena)" Bachianas Brasileiras No 5 Tarde, uma nuvem rósea, lenta e transparente. sobre o espaço, sonhadora e bela!

Surge no infinito a lua docemente, enfeitando a tarde, qual meiga donzela que se apresta e a linda sonhadoramente, em anseios d'alma para ficar bela grita ao céu e a terra, toda a Natureza!

Cala a passarada aos seus tristes queixumes e reflete o mar toda a Sua riqueza...

Suave a luz da lua desperta agora a cruel saudade que ri e chora!

Tarde, uma nuvem rósea lenta e transparente sobre o espaço, sonhadora e bela!

Ave Maria Gratia plena Maria, gratia plena Maria, gratia plena Ave, ave dominus Dominus tecum Benedicta tu in mulieribus Et benedictus Et benedictus fructus ventris Ventris tuae, Jesus.

Ave Maria Ave Maria Mater Dei Ora pro nobis peccatoribus Ora pro nobis Ora, ora pro nobis peccatoribus Nunc et in hora mortis Et in hora mortis nostrae Et in hora mortis nostrae Et in hora mortis nostrae Ave Maria

Evening - a cloud, rose-colored, transparent and without haste in the vastness of the sky, dreamy and beautiful!

The moon quietly emerges from the infinity, Luna, who adorns the evening, like a sweet girl, who dreamily prepares herself, longing to become beautiful, heaven, earth, all nature begging!

Silent the birds, when she sadly laments; in the sea her rich splendor is reflected...

Softly the moonlight now awakens a painful longing that weeps and laughs!

Evening - a cloud, rose-colored, transparent and without haste in the vastness of the sky, dreamy and beautiful!

Hail Mary Hail Mary, full of grace, Mary, full of grace, Mary, full of grace, Hail, Hail, the Lord.

The Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou among women, and blessed, Blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Thy womb, Jesus.

Hail Mary!

Hail Mary, Mother of God, Pray for us sinners, Pray, pray for us; Pray, pray for us sinners, Now and at the hour of our death, The hour of our death The hour of our death, The hour of our death Hail Mary.